Volume 1, Chapter 239: The Great Dao of Three Thousands, practicing the way of the sword alone.

He always believed.

There are fifty great ways, forty-nine heavenly ways, and one is missing.

That is a ray of hope for practitioners.

To cultivate immortality, one must cultivate courage, wisdom, and the unstoppable strength.

As people say, there is no Tao in this world, but when more people walk on it, it becomes a Tao.

There are three thousand great ways.

Every path has its own truth.

In his view, the true Tao is not the unity of all Taos, but the transformation of one Tao into all Taos.

Someone once said, what I am afraid of is not that the other person has practiced hundreds of kinds of kung fu, but that person has practiced one kind of kung fu to the pinnacle. This is the true Tao.

Therefore, in Ye Tingmu's opinion, it is better to practice only one kind instead of practicing hundreds of kinds.

Practice the way of the sword to the pinnacle, or break through the pinnacle.

Then I will eventually be able to look down on the world.

Move forward courageously, without fear of life or death, comprehend the sword intent of life and death, and challenge the heavens.

This is the Tao in his heart, the way of swordsmanship he wants to practice.

He also believed that with systematic assistance, he would eventually succeed.

So he is not interested in this boxing style.

He only needs to learn swordsmanship.

Just as he was thinking.

Wan Jin came behind him at some point.

He said with a smile: "Master, dinner is ready."

Ye Tingmu sniffed angrily.

He nodded and said, "Okay, let's go."

The big dining table is now a little quiet.

Apart from a few people from the Ye family, there was only Wan Jin left.

The Moon and Wind God are elusive and basically do not eat with them.

The two saints have already practiced fasting and do not need to eat worldly food.

Zhou Heisan is not here today either.

"Where's Xiao Hei?"

Qingfeng ate his bowl and mumbled, "He's just daydreaming with a book in his hand. No matter how I called him, he ignored me." At this point, his eyes rolled and he asked, "Brother, do you think Xiao Hei is possessed by an evil spirit?"

Ye Tingmu rolled his eyes at him.

"Stop talking nonsense and eat your meal."

"Oh... OK."

The dinner table used to be very lively.

The dining table seems a little deserted nowadays.

I don’t know why, the original Ye family only had five people, but the meal was still very lively.

But now they don’t talk much.

And no one fights over food anymore.

Ever since I met Wanjin, I no longer have to worry about food.

As much as you can eat, you can have it.

Ye Tingmu looked at the third brother and found that he had gained a lot of weight recently.

This is not good.

And there is Xiao Jinghong.

No matter what else I do before dinner every day, I just start with a bowl of fine wine.

Being obsessed with alcohol at such a young age is not a good habit.

But this child has a very strong resistance to alcohol.

He can drink better than me.

I really don't know how her stomach grew.

Look, it’s starting to fall again.

Ye Tingmu has quick eyes and quick hands.

A chopstick hit her on the head.

There was a loud dong sound, crisp and pleasant to the ear.

"Ouch..." Jinghong covered his head with his hands, looked up at her, and looked aggrieved.

"Brother, why did you hit me again?"

Ye Tingmu shouted softly, his tone full of blame.

"I've told you so many times not to drink alcohol while eating. If you grow up to be an alcoholic, how can you get married?"

Jinghong pouted.

No matter how bad her temper is, in front of Ye Tingmu, she can only stay obediently like a deflated balloon.

Pick up the rice bowl.

"I know...but I don't want to get married."

Feng He asked with interest: "If you don't get married, what do you want to do?"

"I won't get married, why do you care..."

"Tsk.....with you, if you don't get married, what will you eat?"

Jinghong's expression changed, and he laughed, "Hehe, Second Brother can raise you, you are the prince."

Feng He was speechless. He rolled his eyes, put a piece of lean meat into Jing Hong's bowl, and said, "I'm impressed. Come on and eat."

"Yeah... Second brother is the best. Unlike the eldest brother, he only knows how to be mean to me."

As he spoke, his voice became weaker and weaker, and it was obvious that his momentum was fading.

Qingfeng glared at him.

"Brother hit you, that's because you're not at peace, okay?"

Jinghong quit after hearing this.

Niu Honghong said: "Third brother, if you say that, I will be angry. I am still young, okay! "

Qingfeng suddenly said this.

"You'll be six next month. Still young?"

"Ah... What's wrong with six years old? You are so embarrassed to say that to me. Big brother told me that when you were six years old, you drank someone's laxative as juice and almost died. Have you forgotten? Tell me, which one of us made big brother worry less."

Qingfeng was obviously feeling guilty and his face turned red.

"Nonsense, I didn't..."

"Hehe...you still refuse to admit it, yet you're still eating poisonous weeds...and swallowing tadpoles alive."

"Ahhh... Damn Jinghong, you're talking nonsense. I'm suing you for defamation. If you wet the bed again next time, don't even think about asking me to call someone for you."

"If you don't shake me, I'll pee on your quilt next time"

Watching the two of them confronting each other and refusing to give in, Ye Tingmu could only sigh helplessly.

Well, just quarrel if you want to, make a fuss if you want to.

They are still children.

Guan Qi was standing aside, smiling particularly sweetly.

To be honest, watching chess is the most worry-free thing for him.

When I was a child, I didn’t cry or make a fuss.

When he grows up, he is also well-behaved and obedient.

The fact that he couldn't speak had always troubled Ye Tingmu.

This world is so magical.

Now I see that a saint can call the wind and rain.

I saw that gods can imprison time.

He believed that there must be medicine in this world that could enable people to speak.

There must be one, and when the time comes, he will personally find it for Guanqi.

The meal is over.

Ye Tingmu walked out of the room as usual to digest his food.

I still look up and forget the bright moon.

I look down...but I always feel like something is missing.

It’s Dahei, Dahei is gone.

I'm really not used to it.

I hope to come back soon.

He believed that Dahei would be fine.

He has the ability to escape capture.

He found a clean stone and sat down.

Looking at the moon in the sky, in a daze.

Qingfeng is the ancestor of Taoism, but why did he fall?

Why is Dahei, the reincarnation of Daozu's mount, being hunted down by gods?

And after the First World War 3,000 years ago.

Why is the path to immortality in the mortal world blocked above the three heavens?

He doesn't understand.

The matter concerning my second brother Feng He is not over yet.

There seems to be some great secret hidden behind the breeze.

And that secret comes from above three days.

If this were true, he didn't know whether it would be another bloody storm.

But thinking about these things now seems a bit far away.

Oh...it's so depressing.

He subconsciously took out the token that Patriarch Qinglian had given him a few days ago.

The scene of Nichiren Kaihua Sword came to mind.

"It would be nice if I could learn the Qingshan Sword Sect's Thirteen Swords."

He was thinking that if things could go more smoothly, he might actually be able to find time to visit the Qingshan Sword Sect and learn this sword technique.

After all, I only have a few sword moves.

There are still fewer people coming and going.

And it is naturally good to practice more swordsmanship. Maybe in the future, I will be able to comprehend my own swordsmanship, hehe.